I got fired from an ad agency on the morning of Charles Manson’s birthday and began writing ‘The Evil Inside’ that very afternoon.
It was rejected everywhere you can possibly be rejected across 3 continents before finally being picked up by those geniuses at Quercus in London – who were smart enough to also publish ‘The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo’.
I had a short story – about Elvis not really being dead – published in ‘Playboy’ (right after the La Toya Jackson centrefold) and won a PEN International Award…but that’s another story.
When I’m not writing, I’m watching old movies, screaming at the Carlton Football Club and wondering if a sex change could turn me into Gillian Flynn.
It’s hard to believe but I have two sons who love me.